Pride, Prejudice And The Brotherhood (Darkest Vows Book 2)

She called him three hundred and nine times.
While men with guns kicked down the door.
While glass shattered.

While she locked their daughter in a closet and begged God he would answer.
He didn’t.

By the time the most feared mafia boss in the city came home, the silence was worse than gunfire.
The door was torn from its frame.
The walls were sprayed red.

Blood dragged across the floor like something had been pulled.
He found his daughter shaking in the dark.
“Where is she?” he rasped.

Her tiny fingers clutched his shirt.
“Mommy hid me… but they took her.”

She swallowed, fighting tears.
“They kept asking where you were… When she wouldn’t tell them, they hurt her. They punched her tummy… She was bleeding, Daddy. She threw up blood under her skirt… and then she stopped moving.”

For the first time in his life—the man who ruled the underworld couldn’t breathe.